Happy the man,and happy he alone,
He,who can call today his own;
He who,secure within,can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
Friday, September 16, 2005
The Net is so addictive, I'm skipping lunch! It was the same story yesterday. Well, there's another reason for skipping. Now that my colleagues have left, I can finally get some peace & quiet. With them hanging around, it's way too noisy for comfort. How do they talk so much?